#harechase

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

the last of Timberhiss, son of Timberstar, and Harechase's kits have passed... Reedskitter... the kill fodder who never ever died even though i didn't like him. it also means that their lineage is dead, though Timberhiss did have that affair with Springback, and that lineage is still alive though teetering on the edge of dying

[fountainpenguin]

"So, baby, turn off the lights and stare at the stars- They could be yours right now, could be yours right now..." (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic today!

Frayed Knots - Chapter 38

"Harechaser"

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☁️ Cloudlands AU

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“Anti-Cosmo, I know this is a sensitive subject. I wouldn’t normally go around asking this, but I think that if we’re going to live together, it’s important to talk.” And I stared at her, horrorstruck, as she played her last five cards: “Do you like Seelie Courters?”

In which Anti-Cosmo and Wanda shop for godparenting supplies and settle into their new housing unit in the Summer of the Flaming Clouds

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Harechaser

Wanda, for one, had dressed up for our shopping day. I’d never seen that ruffled green dress on her, but I liked the colour. The leafiness suited her. She’d tied back her shiny pink hair and done her face up in enough powder and lash extensions, I knew then and there I’d be staring. Can I confide in Wanda about my plan to wear Mona’s clothes? Maybe she could help me pick a few things out today. I hadn’t thought of that. My core picked up its beats like claws drumming on my arm. I looked away, only to catch her wings at just the right angle; I bit my lip.

She even smelled clean and pleasant- That was definitely some heavy perfume mixed in alongside her usual cherry almond scent. She had a handbag patterned like the night sky, showcasing no fewer pins than her beloved schoolbag. I’d dressed simpler in my Carl Poofypants pullover and black sweatpants. After all, I’d be moving around a lot, in and out of stores on the heels of a quick companion.

When Wanda saw me, her wings stopped fluttering. She touched down on the sidewalk. “Are… you allowed to wear green?” Her words were awfully funny, but the surprise genuine. “How does that work if you’re a Water year?”

Maybe you do pay attention in your culture classes. Of course she did- she was Wanda Fairywinkle. I dragged my eyes from her pretty dress and handbag and shiny wings. “Well, dear Wanda, your brains enamour me once again. I shall have to watch my tongue close around you. Yes, I’m wearing Water-blue underneath. I’m allowed to wear school colours if it’s authentic from their store.” 

Wanda stared curiously at me a moment longer. “I’ve never seen you wear a hoodie before… It looks nice on you.”

Did I detect a twinge of envy dancing in her words? I caught the lift; I heard the plop. I scrutinised myself once more, but I can’t say for certain I liked the lime green of Carl Poofypants pride against my dark blue fur. Would you really say I look ‘nice?’ I should think ‘Getting by’ felt more appropriate. I wondered for a moment how much of Wanda’s classy appearance was her idea and how much her father’s. Perhaps I’d ask Blonda before our move-out date.

“Thank you, darling; I appreciate it. And I could say the same about you.”

She didn’t exactly smile widely at me… but her shoulders did relax.

Wanda poofed us both to the mall we’d decided to glut ourselves on. Noisy, filthy, and people stared as soon as I materialised. I scooped several pieces of trash into a nearby can and did my best to block them out.

“You could use magic,” Wanda said, watching me search the area for any litter I’d overlooked.

“I’m afraid Fairy-Cosmo’s magic is chronically unreliable and I get the dregs of that. It’s a wee bit off today.” I could feel it in my core

“Oh… The Cosma mutation. Right.” Wanda used her magic to help me tidy some litter, and I thanked her for it with a pat on the arm, mindful of cultural boundaries.

“Many thanks, darling- I know the spirit bears appreciate it as much as I do, ta?”

“No trouble…”

The envelopes we’d received our assignments in had included a detailed checklist. On the agenda for today, we’d pick up a few basics like skincare - Protection from sun and acid clocked in at high priority on Boudacia - our interplanet vaccinations, nutrition supplements, and little details for our primary disguises. That… I worried about.

Many godparents chose to take the role of companion animals in a child’s life, offering plausible deniability if they were to leap in and protect their godkid from a threat without revealing their magical nature. Object disguises weren’t unheard of, but grew dull after a time… not to mention they’d put a crick in your neck and wings. It was far too easy for an adult to toss loose objects away, and when our line of work involved lying low, lending aid to miserable children in secret, that was a hassle I was all too happy to avoid.

No… My concern lay with our options for disguise. And when Wanda and I strolled into the little animal disguises shop, Wanda skimmed straight towards the canine collars gleaming on their hooks. My core sank.

“Ah…”

“What do you think of foops?” Wanda asked, holding a blue collar decorated in rhinestones to her neck. She made a face in the mirror and switched it for a green option. “They’ve certainly got the bulk to back up a bite.”

Boudacia hadn’t exactly tamed its violent beasts, though admittedly, the thought of living like a star-coated canine with enormous fangs and claws had a certain charm to it. Before I could speak, Wanda abandoned the rhinestone-studded collars for a guidebook on serpent identification. “Or snakes… I’d love to be a snake.”

Having fangs could really help us in a pinch. I drifted towards her, smoothing my palms down my hoodie front. “Wanda… I’m not really allowed.”

She didn’t face me, though I could tell from the shift in her wings as she bent to grab another collar that her fairy senses had me on lock. “Oh, that’s right… Anti-Fairies aren’t allowed to shapeshift. Do you not get to make exceptions for godparenting?”

“Shapeshifting isn’t forbidden in its entirety, but I can only be a fox- That’s my family line. I’m descended from Cadmea the Teumessian Fox herself. And I don’t really know about the godparenting rules. We can’t get certified on our side of the border.” The Anti-Fairy Academy was a place of personal research, designed especially for the on-the-go lifestyle of a travelling Anti-Fairy. Rather than attending daily classes, it offered the chance to propose research and present projects for evaluation. We certainly didn’t have daily homework or essays graded by biassed instructors… and we didn’t have fancy programs on godparenting.

(I say we, though I of course attended Fairy schools- you know what I mean.)

“Well, there must be some Anti-Fairy godparents you can ask. The war wasn’t that long ago.” Wanda studied another collar lined with little butterflies. “It won’t be easy to be a godparent without shapeshifting.”

“I’ve passed my classes; I’ll do fine.”

“What if our godkid wishes you into a new form?”

“Well, that wouldn’t be my choice, so the spirits wouldn’t be shamed.”

“We could just do that, then.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Does Tarrow’s pantheon even reach Boudacia? I mean… There are only a few spirits watching Snobulac, right?” She counted Saturn, Sunnie, and Winni off on her fingers. “Will they even know?”

“That’s not the point,” I said again, dropping my wings.

“Well, you can’t be a fox,” Wanda argued, finally looking at me. A storm brewed in her shiny pink eyes. “There aren’t any woods in north Boudacia. Their culture’s all about weapons and metal. I vote snakes.”

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[monarchs-garden]

I didn’t forget to post stuff to tumblr. Nooooo, never.

Anyways remember the big guy Harechaser from like end of June? He’s in a different rp and has a new snazzy design, love the group he’s in I can’t wait to see where this plot takes him

[laudanumlair]

Harechasing is my blog for nature things. At least I think that's my url

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

TIMBERHISS CHEATED ON HIS WIFE WHO HAD SIX KIDS (ONE OF WHOM JUST DIED)?!?!

The Stoats are all grown up!!

Stoatflash has vitiligo too!! first can i've had who has it :)

i also think Stoatfoot is grumpy about being named "after" his sister, but literally and figuratively... not only was he made a warrior after her, but his suffix is also "like" hers...

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

DEW! NO!

now both the Dew's are dead :(

welll.... guess here's a lil final Dew summary

Dewbright Cis female (she/her) Lost a front leg to a Twoleg trap. Hindleg permanently scarred by bad fall. Died from old age at 185 moons old. Parents: Bouncestreak, Jellyfishstalk Maternal Half-siblings: Burrbelly, Boragechase, Galeback Littermates: Shiveringneedle, Weevilshadow, Snapkit Siblings: Stoatstar, Stoatflash, Sunwave, Moontail Mate: Mumblefur (alive) Solo Offspring: Tornsea, Lightningcry, Lyremask, Jumprock, Cricketpaw, Tricklepaw Offspring w/ Mumblefur: Timberseeker, Coastpaw (alive), Grousepond (alive) Step-offspring through Mumblefur: Erminepelt, Rainstripe, Snowfin, Howlpaw, Rindlepatch (alive), Rabbitpaw Grandchildren through Jumprock: Yellowrumble, Tremblepaw, Sprucepaw, Fawnpaw, Brownflake Great-grandson-in-law through Yellowrumble's mate Hailstripe: Ryepool (alive) Great-great-grandchildren-in-law through Ryepool: Hailshadow (alive), Hushstripe (alive), Tawnyplume (alive), Shellheart (alive) Half-niblings through Boragechase: Finstripe, Robinpaw, Tremblepaw, Harechase Half-niblings through Galeback: Scarlettail, Fruitkit, Patchfreckle (adoptive), Logfreckle (adoptive) Niblings through Shiveringneedle: Springdawn, Pantherclaw, Cherryheart, Milkstorm Adoptive niece through Stoatstar: Burntspots Adoptive niblings through Moontail: Duskblink (alive), Shinefur, Mudpaw

FretClan Update (Moon 330)

Blizzardswan died doing what her father always did

saving kits </3

also as a side note Dewbright keeps having more kits (as an elder) and they all keep dying but specifically when they reach adulthood/near adulthood

clan list update:

Leader: Stoatstar (142m) Deputy: Stumpynudge (96f) Medicine Cats: Aspenpelt (58f), Sharkback (51m), Quillspider (21m), Shellpaw (12f) Mediators: Hailstripe (128m), Reedskitter (125m), Breezefoam (88f) Elders: Dewbright (178f), Rivertooth (155tf), Mumblefur (142m), Tadpoledapple (86f)

fun fact: Aspenpelt is currently pregnant with Sharkback's kits! :) Dewbright and Mumblefur also keep having kits together lol

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

rip literally everyone

Rip Timberhiss and Peachblotch... and also half the clan

Springback also literally died a moon before this so... guess Harechase is raising all the remaining kits...

DONT DO THIS TO THEM.... their sibling died AND their parents... but their mentor also lost all of their siblings in the attack too :(

Hailstripe's littermate Tallstripe was made a warrior last moon but died in the attack so... i suppose they were named after them

The Stoats are all grown up!!

Stoatflash has vitiligo too!! first can i've had who has it :)

i also think Stoatfoot is grumpy about being named "after" his sister, but literally and figuratively... not only was he made a warrior after her, but his suffix is also "like" hers...